Feng Fan stretched out his right hand, and a giant axe talisman appeared in his hand. Similarly, this talisman was not the one used in the competition with Ling Qiancao, but another giant axe talisman that had never been used.

Seeing Feng Fan take out a talisman, Qian Zitong gritted his teeth and pulled out his long sword with his backhand, ready to fight for the damage of his cultivation and resist the attack of the opponent's talisman.

The talisman in Feng Fan's hand had turned into a giant axe that shone with cold light, and Feng Fan raised it with one hand with a cold expression, and the giant axe rose into the air. Feng Fan pointed a little at the giant axe in the air, and several brilliant rays of light emitted like lightning, and the brilliant axe went straight to the top of Qianzitong's head, slashing towards Qianzitong from the void.

Qian Zitong wielded the long sword, and as the true yuan swarmed out, the cold light of the long sword flickered, exuding an extremely brilliant brilliance. Qianzi Tongyu's hand was lightly raised, and the long sword rose into the sky. As the Thousand Purple Tong's clothes fluttered, a huge amount of True Yuan rushed into the long sword.

The falling giant axe emitted countless cold rays in the shaking, slashing diagonally towards the flying sword that was going up against the sky. With a "bang", the long sword and the giant axe met, making a crisp explosion, like a mountain torrent.

The brilliant light flickered, and the white light swirled in all directions. Huge spiritual power fluctuations spread overwhelmingly towards the surroundings, and the aura of violent destruction gushed out, and the prohibitions around shook for a while.

The giant axe swept towards the flying sword like a white wave and a vicious monster, and the long sword slowly fell under the attack of great power.

Qian Zitong bit his left index finger with a gloomy face, and a drop of blood popped out. With a flick of his hand, the drop of blood shot out in a flash, and was instantly devoured by the flying sword. The flying sword flashed like a monster that had just tasted delicious food, stubbornly blocking the attack of the giant axe.

With the rapid gushing out of Feng Fan Zhenyuan, the giant axe suddenly changed direction after retreating slightly, slashing towards Qian Zitong's waist. Before the giant axe arrived, the cold light emitted from it first struck like a wave.

Qian Zitong seemed to sense a great threat, and her body quickly retreated. At the same time, he quickly pointed at the long sword, and the magic weapon conjured up countless sword rays, which, together with its body, blocked in front of Qian Zitong's body.

The giant axe followed like a shadow, frantically pounced on Qianzitong, its momentum was violent, and it had the momentum of immortality. With a crisp sound, a dazzling light scattered out in all directions like a stormy wave.

Qian Zitong stepped back a few feet, and the brilliance on the long sword disappeared without a trace. Qian Zitong's face turned even paler, and a stream of blood arrows erupted from his mouth. After the blood arrow was three-dimensional, it suddenly turned into a blood mist in the sky, and the surrounding area was fishy. The blood around Qian Zitong's red lips was dripping with blood, which was in stark contrast to her extremely beautiful appearance!

The great axe has shrunk a lot, and its color is a little dull. With a move of his right hand, Feng Fan withdrew the giant axe talisman. Feng Fan flipped it with one hand, and a long sword spirit rune appeared in his hand.

Qian Zitong stared at Feng Fan's cold gaze, and felt that the person standing opposite seemed to be a demon, but Qian Zitong had no fear, and the long sword was across his chest, with a great momentum of seeing death as home.

Feng Fan didn't have the slightest thought of pity for the jade, and quickly urged the talisman in his hand. As the talisman vanished, a flying sword emerged in front of it. The flying sword emitted countless dazzling rainbows, diffusing a crazy killing intent, and the heavens and the earth seemed to change color. Under the shroud of ten thousand cold rays, the flying sword was as bright as a meteor, dazzling in cold light, and overflowing with murderous aura.

At this time, a deep voice came from under the stone platform: "Fengfan, stop, I admit defeat on behalf of Jinshi Valley." Li Shengtian, the valley master of the Golden Stone Valley, shouted helplessly.

If the opponent on the stage is both good and evil, it is very likely that the situation will not be terminated until one side can no longer continue the competition.

Feng Fan pointed at the long sword, and the long sword turned into a talisman and flew back. "Concession. Feng Fan accepted the talisman and bowed slightly to Qian Zitong with a calm face.

"Daoyou is really powerful, if you have the opportunity in the future, you should ask for advice again. Qian Zitong gasped slightly, said with a pale face, and then quickly left the stone platform.

"The Flying Heaven Sect is a thousand purple tongs in the Golden Stone Valley. Mo Jinyang's majestic voice came from under the stone platform.

Feng Fan walked down the stone platform with a leisurely step, and inevitably faced a warm greeting from the monks of the Flying Sect. After that, Feng Fan returned to his residence and recalled the competition just now.

In this battle, it was useless to use the crystal jade to replenish the consumed true yuan, firstly, because as the competition progressed, Feng Fan found that he had won the battle, and there was no need to waste the crystal jade;

Although there are a large number of crystals and jades in the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring, if you use too much, it will also arouse everyone's suspicions. Therefore, if you can use less crystal jade in the arena, you can use less of it.

Stopping to think, Feng Fan quickly sacrificed the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead and absorbed enough True Yuan. Feng Fan looked towards the Spirit Treasure and saw that the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead was still crystal clear.

Feng Fan showed a satisfied smile on his face, took the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead, and began to cultivate.

It was getting late, and a faint twilight shrouded the top of Feitian Mountain, and the figure of the monk could be seen everywhere on the top of the mountain. The candles in the Flying Heaven Hall were bright, and the five people of Phantom Yue Zhenren, Taiqing Zhenren, Illusory Zhenren, Fengfan, and Duan Yunshang gathered in the hall.

Duan Yunsheng's face was slightly pale, and after several days of competition, his true yuan and divine consciousness were consumed hugely. After three rounds of competition, Feng Fan and Duan Yunshang entered the top four.

"After the third round of competition, the two of you finished in the top four. In addition to the two of you, there are also Luo Yanhong of the Phantom Blood Sect and Long Yuyang of the Thunder Sect who entered the top four. There will be a fourth round of competition tomorrow, I don't know what you have planned?" Phantom Yue Zhenren broke the silence first, and said to Feng Fan and Duan Yunshang with a smile.

There are two possibilities for the fourth round of the competition, the first is Feng Fan and Duan Yunsheng. The second is that the two of them play against one of Long Yuyang and Luo Yanhong respectively.

The matchup between these two situations will be very different, if Feng Fan and Duan Yunshang face each other, the two of them can be pointed. If it is extremely unwise to fight hard, it will leave two opportunities for the two monks.

If Feng Fan and Duan Yunshang were to face the other two monks respectively, the competition would be extremely fierce. Because there has always been an incompatibility between the righteous path and the demonic path, and the opponents belong to different sects, there is no need for mercy on the slightest.

The five people in the Flying Heaven Hall all thought of this layer, but the real person of Phantom Yue was a little uneasy, so he summoned Feng Fan and the others to discuss the fourth round of the competition.